April 11, 2016

Aesthetically Snowy Day

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This afternoon’s snow seemed like a spirit messsage
far more so than “snow”
It seemed like an aestheticized christening of the yard
The silent gentle and pictoral snow
just laid itself in at the time on Sundays
when people are 75% napping and seminapping
even as they do what they do,
relaxing and basking in whatever is
Some might be watching a movie about Klimt
and almost living it at the same time
Not to overly complicate this,
all it was was pretty snow
and enhanced by the creativity of the people at the back of the building when it comes to the back yard 006007005051

April 9, 2016

A Day With Everything

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you’d almost think it meant something
when all of your going concerns suddenly reflected one day.

I won’t do chronological order this day
one has to go with feeling.

First off, seeing one of the gemcat descendents looking so healthy
and even more refined in tiny bear like ways
then a hawk over the bus stop, but a hawk I’m not familiar with
Crows doing their thing, sparrows obviously, the home team,
and canada/american geese that like fried rice a lot
temporally aschew but all part of this day


April 7, 2016

The Birds of this ending Winter (the BW)

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Today started with thick snow and now it is night
and raining. Winter is ending, truly, this time.

Kind of grizzly way for it to kind of squeeze out the most
bone blending damp chill it could come up with really.
But I feel great. Timely combination of heat rub and aloe cream
and the true holy spirit that is love for the beings of the sky.


March 21, 2016

Starling Sparrow War Goes Deadly, Crows, Languaging Depression and Grief

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What do starling and sparrow wars have to do
with languaging out of depression and through grief?
They are examples of equally valid beings in conflict with each other.


Depression isn’t the end of the world, and grief is part of life.
Imagine the sadness of leaving the womb. Expelled.
At least baby birds get to peck their own way out of the egg. There’s a yin yang to it.

The starlings know I don’t dislike them
they just can’t take the piping holes
which are so valuable to the sparrows.
Whom actually fit in them!

Here are some of the good things about depression.
You’re tired and need to rest.
And then for a while be depressed.

Do the things you enjoy.
Every single depression prone person you say this to
has a reaction. Everyone’s heard it, from ‘smile more’
to go out and meet people, “you should be outside doing something”
what a bonus to be depressed and not have to.


The incredible thing with sparrows and starlings
is that many times of year they get along.
They have meetings in a tree by Jehovah’s Witness Grand Hall
the whole adult sparrow clans and plenty starlings
and they’ll sit in the tree and dazzle flutter around
but always 80-85% of both scholes of birds
on their several trees of branches
clearly discussing how things have gone

Anyway the sparrows are family to me.
I’ve worked there 15 years or so
every disaster with an egg, squirrel or bird
in the ever contested piping holes

mutual trust of each other is
ongoingly mutual.

But in the spring they resume at war
the starlings come in all strategically
pointers take up positions well away from the piping holes
and if you start to look around
there’s more and more starlings
gradually taking up positions
til they outnumber the sparrows who live there.
The sparrows cluster around the piping whole
and thats when I come out. 2005 we had starlings
in our piping wholese. The starlings of today
don’t even remember the hell that was.
Starling internecine battles in the piping
were far too depressing to listen to while working

and it wasn’t good for them either
so I help the sparrows

it is always gradual. It can take 11 hours.
7 to 11 hours.As Benjamin Franklin wrote

“energy and persistence can conquer all”

The strategies for languaging out of depression
and through grief are non medical non durg
they include experincing depression loss distrust fear and grief
and finally emerging no stressed and somewhere near the world of outside of pain


And this is how it works, evero forev

oAWA Oases of not feeling sad disappointed stressed and depressed
life good, what we all work to the grand blancmange of hope


It goes to every last thing, “Yes, you can violently make your turn
even though I have right of way, you can be surly while taking my…

work leaps across the street just 3 times smarter than a deer
*(most people are only 2, 2.5, 2.9 times smarter than a deer


It will be a good week, finding out what happens

February 17, 2016

beautiful snowsheathed expansion bluewhitenight&day hawk crows or other bird

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Amazingly beautiful day, there’s some special clarity

when the sky is sealed and the snow is bright

everything glows warmly and the wind goes still


Night and day look about the same


Felt the same night as at the day, just better
Yoga is valid in my books. I’ve been learning yoga
in private lessons, unlimited depths of lesson


Wednesday will be such a day

In yoga, there are times the muscle pull in tight all around the skeleton
and then expand outward simultaneously opening up


expanding in every direction

and everything is fine
out in the outer peripheries
and in the core


Part Two: The Crows, The Seagulls, The Hawk

Rare convergence of ornate crows and richly hued seagulls in their winter colours
and so near each other you never see that


You don’t see seagulls like that in the summer.
So strong, so individuated. And the crows this time of year
up their game. They have their offspring now, so they’re ready for spring
(so they chase hawks across the sky)


But it was rare enough seeing the crows in tight around Mandarin back parking lot
very established winter residence of the seagulls, starlings and sparrows
and then the white ring under the leader crow’s adam’s apple
I have never seen that


reaching back for gramma
reaching back for the other gramma
reaching back for great gramma
reaching back for the other great gramma
who was her mother?
dropping down the willows
straight forward
reaching back for the lion
reaching back for edgar cayce
reaching over for
reaching up to


reaching out from the centre

January 19, 2016

Island January ~ Happy Photos

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We’re like a leadership group for being happy when you can.
My cophotographer on this, and I, such an All Time glorious being,
when as such time allows, we just have fun. Good old fashioned fun
an example to the world. A snowstorm wouldn’t pose the slightest difficulty.
In fact it would be a very lucky time at which to be snowbound
Rather than hate on things like that,
have some good experiences. Energy. Alive.

I want to be sequential with these photos, so the sheer wonder of it
is cosmically imprinted WE LIKE THE WORLD; WE WANT IT TO CONTINUE.


January 8, 2016

Sparrow News, Costa Rican birds, other bird news

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Having been away for longer durations than usual
once settled back this week the sparrows weren’t hanging around
that much out back. They started coming around more
once they realized I was back. And just in time.

Went out for my first break this morning, and the starlings
are all around the area doing their skippy territorial-thinking dances
alighting around, hopping and darting, with some sparrows out among them
an occasional sparrow chasing one. The starlings know me
and started dispersing once I was out there.

Hadn’t looked up to that point, but when I turned back toward the building
sparrows not only had 1 or 2 sparrows at every piping hole and top best perches
but arrayed at all landing points! So proud of them. Once you’ get
starlings in your piping life’s turn to darkness and strange noise
and ultimately tragedy. Starlings aren’t afraid of the dark.
They go deep in the piping, all the way to where the piping leads.
They get trapped.

Sparrows are smaller in the first place and don’t go where they can’t see.
Charmingly sensibly timid, they don’t go deep at all in the piping
and make no sound while there, whereas the starlings would chatter loudly
through the pipes filling the warehouse with every woe they were experiencing
trapped in the pipes. A starling deeper in the piping will have as many
as nine starlings that would have to get out of the way for it to get
out of the piping. So they forge into the darkness. If they find an internal way
to finally get themselves out of the piping they’re then trapped in the warehouse
in complete darkness. The ordeal has never not killed them by stress and fright.

The sparrows prevent both the starlings and the squirrels from setting up shop
in the piping. The squirrels get in, every 3 months a round of baby squirrel corpses
plummetting to the ground when they try to fledge via the piping.
And thats a mammal in there, and one accustomed to burrowy darkness.

It’s remarkable the sparrows are able to fend off these larger beings
and keep it tidy in the front porch way they do.


December 14, 2015

“Sparrowing” from Red Iron Press flutters into the World

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015 Into the persistently dim blue November air came the bright new pocket sized book from Red Iron, The harrowing tale of not one but two sparrows getting into the warehouse at work is the short version of the story.

The publication though is a joy and a marvel.

Eleven pages of ‘the text’ +
1 cover image with title
1 back cover
1 photo page within
2 pages left statedly intentionally blank

An incredible 16 page book thanks to an IQ test of a fold and cut procedure.

I’m trying to imagine learning it by not trying to learn it and then go from there.
As so many of the crafty small press demonstrate freedom of speech is nearly eternal but always infinite.


And now, as of a Sunday night, I’d like to just sit back with a guinness,
turn on some music, and post some of my favorite sparrow photos from over the years

011god of sparrows togetherness 2oct 2 blackwing bluejayrenku toast


December 12, 2015

New Feral In Downsview

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This morning coming up to work top of the hill I immediately see a cat because the cat is seeing me. Way off in the distance. The second you’re above the hill you can feel yourself being looked at. 001

Assuming my usual calm galopy of a walking style, I smoothely advance. A photo every pause. The cat doesn’t move at all.

The little cat’s continous eye to stare is quite remarkable.

I myself after all am simply walking into work, from the bus stop. Early morning. But for this cat I’m the quandry it didn’t need. This is a newish cat in a something of a squeeze. I know of all the gemcat descendents, little crazy fast black cats like feline bears, feral since before 2007 in a lineage, and the cats that use the broken windows and damaged cars for warmth. Could be a relative of the one with sliding eyes that died down by the brook.

Feral cats are like a weird dream in our society. Our dear little pets, but wild, surviving by zipping under cars and finding something it can eat. Our pets gone crazy.

It’s great they’re so different than us. Cats and dogs like to smell each others’ asses and humans and crocodiles really don’t.


The ironic thing with seeing this cat this morning is that as I approached it talking and attempting to communicate by gestures and crouched for a nice clear photograph the boss of the company with a used car biz there arrived to work. They have a lot of issues with attacks on their used cars. They’re always trying to catch who is damaging their used cars and windows. I have nothing at all against them and find them likeable, just neighbouring workers. Beneficence, good people. The guy rolls down his window and inquires. “I’m just interested in the cat under there. Of course the cat vanishes and it’s just a car I’m gesturing to. He starts to advance his car and I advance then pulls up beside me again. I genuinely like the guy who runs that place, cool human being, so I take the opportunity to bond, and say “the cat looks like it’s probably still pretty tame.” I hear his voice out of his car “The cat? It’s free!”


(Later when I went out on break my eyes were immediately focused on what some sparrows were doing. Didn’t even notice the police car coming along. They must have seen me looking where the sparrows were, because they went by all focused on where the sparrows had been before they came along haha

I have to know where the feral cats are at from sparrow perspective besides the other feral cats. Cats and spiders, most adaptable animals outside humans chimpanzees apes and monkeys. Monkeys and cats and giraffes. The Life!


November 23, 2015

Crazy Man on Streetcar Condemns whole busload to Hell

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My front tire’s been going soft fast ever since Friday when the bike shop put on a new tire
so I took the chance of TTC. Belgium, France, shut down, global paranoia carefully maximized
but the streetcars booming with business of a November Sunday.

This chisel faced oldschooler piles on at the first stop we come to.
He’s pure throwback, bitten features and a 1940s serious man’s tweedy boiler
and no sooner has he taken a seat then he’s rejoining the fight from the bus stop
They’d all waited about twenty minutes from the sounds of it with this guy going at them
“they’re all going to hell, confused children of Satan,” and most of those from that bus stop
are already ready to scrap with them. They’d had more than enough at the bus stop.

Usually on TTC I don’t join in those smiles and laughs at people being crazy “oh haha”

but this guy really broke the roof on it. Some of his contenders from the bus stop
were already laying into him from throng at the in the middle of the double length bus
and he was hurling apocalypse at them, all listening to their Iron Maiden and going to hell
too confused by their little devices and never had a true moment in their lives
and pretty stark with the wording! Someone on the streetcar tells him off
for saying all this shit with a child and his grandfather sitting in front of him.

Dude winds up the vocal chords and goes at grandfather and grandson
telling the ever increasing passengers that the kid, who looks about 6,
will also grow up to be a confused satan worship idiot just like his grandfather
and the grandfather’s head flips back with laughter at this incredible riser
then the supercute redhead in one of the single seats across from him
gets into it. She too had boarded at the stop that he got on at.
Just lays down the law. She’s about 5.5 and 107 pounds of artfulness
and has the smartphone engaged to film him if really gets at it.

Zero fear she strafes the guy, and I move to the outside seat to cut him off
if he physically goes at her. He jousts off attacking her listening choices
and dismissing her as an opponent. Then there’s the sound of a voice
of someone behind me who sounds like he’s about 6.4 220
who doesn’t like being called Satanic. Wiry Mr Chiselfeatures
goes full dark salt spray on the back of the bus crowd.
Reaffirming his views on Satanic modern humanity
and its continual ignorance, confusion, and distraction.

Meanwhile two large dogs and a baby carriage have completely filled the aisle
Both dogs look to have some husky in them, one all white, the other also incredibly well behaved
the redhead is now all about the baby in the baby carriage, and has joined
a communion of the infants defense crew, which is substantial,
and includes the white husky, more or less wrapping itself around the baby carriage.

Chiselface gets up and rattles a bit most perturbed by the tiny beautiful red haired gal
but heads to the front. Once vertical and way at the front he goes town
on the whole bus load. Does anyone think he cares what people think of him?
An elderly likely Greek, Italian or Portugese man at the front is now concerned
with getting past him and they argue while chisel continues denouncing us all.
Different new people to the streetcar react with shock when he singles them out.
Going to hell, fast. Completely ignorant.

We arrive to a stop and incredibly it looks like he’s getting off, but no.
He’s making a show of intimidating the old Greek man from getting off.
The Greek tells him to get out of his fucking way and get off the bus.
Chisel directs a few pointed insults at several of his foes and still again
tries to get at me with some remarks but I just look out the window.

Huge cheers as he disembarks.

On the way back, the streetcar actually hit a guy
who walked right in front of it when it was going full speed
but the guy was unhurt and just wanted to leave.
He just walked right into its path.
The double length streetcar blocked College St for 15 minutes
032before all protocols had been followed.

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